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I
tell
the
detective
,
no
,
I
did
not
leave
the
gas
on
and
then
leave
town
.
I
loved
my
life
.
I
loved
that
condo
.
I
loved
every
stick
of
furniture
That
was
my
whole
life
.
Everything
,
the
lamps
,
the
chairs
,
the
rugs
were
me
.
The
dishes
in
the
cabinets
were
me
.
The
plants
were
me
.
The
television
was
me
.
It
was
me
that
blew
up
.
Could
n't
he
see
that
?
The
detective
said
not
to
leave
town
.
MISTER
HIS
HONOR
,
mister
chapter
president
of
the
local
chapter
of
the
national
united
projectionist
and
independent
theater
operators
union
just
sat
.
Under
and
behind
and
inside
everything
the
man
took
for
granted
,
something
horrible
had
been
growing
.
Nothing
is
static
.
Everything
is
falling
apart
.
I
know
this
because
Tyler
knows
this
.
For
three
years
Tyler
had
been
doing
film
buildup
and
breakdown
for
a
chain
of
movie
houses
.
A
movie
travels
in
six
or
seven
small
reels
packed
in
a
metal
case
.
Tyler
's
job
was
to
splice
the
small
reels
together
into
single
fivefoot
reels
that
self-threading
and
rewinding
projectors
could
handle
.
After
three
years
,
seven
theaters
,
at
least
three
screens
per
theater
,
new
shows
every
week
,
Tyler
had
handled
hundreds
of
prints
.
Too
bad
,
but
with
more
self-threading
and
rewinding
projectors
,
the
union
did
n't
need
Tyler
anymore
.
Mister
chapter
president
had
to
call
Tyler
in
for
a
little
sit-down
.
